We're Still Nerds

5~ Death Glares and Girl Talk

        "NO." 

        They were the same words said in my left class, and said by the same voice. Except this time, it was louder and with more force, Trent's eyes filled with malice. "Yes," I replied, sitting down in the grass next to him.

        When I had suggested the idea of sitting with Trent, Bruce had whined and complained before I finally let him escape and he ran off to sit with some Juniors. I sighed dramatically and walked out the side door I'd seen Trent go out, and found myself in the unused courtyard due to the hot weather. It took me a few moments for me to spot him, but I soon discovered him sitting under a large tree with a bag of chips and a can of coke, headphones in his ears.

         I hugged my knees and rested my chin on them, watching Trent with curious eyes as he sent me yet another one of his death glares. "You will not interrupt my lunch, Grey. I prefer to eat in peace," he said. I continued to stare at him as if he hadn't spoken. "You're not going to leave, are you?" he sighed. I shook my head. "Not until the bell rings." Trent let out a groan and put his headphones back in while I continued to stare at him.

           Trent tried to ignore me, but I could tell it was getting difficult. Finally, he ripped the headphones from his ears. "What?" he shouted. "What's your favorite color?" I asked, and Trent gave me an incredulous look. "What's my favorite color?" I nodded seriously, responding with a simple "Mm Hm." Trent leaned his head against the tree trunk. "I don't know. Navy, I guess," he finally answered irritably. I nodded enthusiastically. "Why?"

              Trent sighed. "Are you going to keep going with this?" I nodded again, even more enthusiastically, my lips twitching. Rolling his eyes, Trent answered: "It's neutral, I guess. It's not crazy bright like royal blue, but it's not too dark and boring either." I nodded thoughtfully for a moment before continuing the trivia.

                    "What's your favorite food?"

                    "Pizza."

                     "What's your favorite animal?"

                      "Owl."

                      "Why?"

                      "They're smart and they can turn their heads all the way around."

                     "Okay, what's your least favorite animal?"

                       "Go away."

                        "No. What's your least favorite animal?"

                          A sigh.

                        "Goat."

                         "Why?"

                       "I got rammed into by one, and their horns hurt. Never trust a goat."

                        "What's the softest thing you've ever touched?"

                       "What kind of question is that?"

                        "A creative one. Just answer."

                         "Fine... Alpaca fur."

                          We went back and forth like that for the rest of lunch period, and I tried to remember everything he said. Occasionally, Trent would tell me to go away, or that the question was stupid, but I would continually ask the same question until he answered. When the bell rang, I gathered my stuff and smiled brightly at him. "I'm still not done, but tomorrow we can get to work on the project." Trent sent me another malicious glare as he said "You're never going to leave me alone, are you?"

                       I grinned at him, waving over my shoulder as I walked away. "Nope!"

                       The rest of the day flew by, and I discovered that I had one class with Ron and Reagan- who were sickeningly mushy with their hand holding- and, much to my discomfort, I had last period with Aidan. He just had to be sitting next to the only empty seat. We ignored each other, and I spent the time staring down at the syllabus sheet as the teacher droned on. At one point, Shaun burst into the room with a note for the teacher, and Shaun smiled brightly at me, waving enthusiastically. I let out a low chuckle as I felt many jealous stares, and smiled back. After handing over the note to the teacher, Shaun sent me a wink and left the room.

                     After that, Aidan stared at me with hostility.

                  When the bell finally rang, I whirled around towards Aidan. "You know, I'm trying to keep my distance," I said, slinging my back across my back in a casual way, as if I wasn't calling out my ex best friend on his staring. "That's a little hard when your shooting daggers at me for twenty minutes straight." Aidan's eyes flashed and he turned away towards the door. "You have a terrible taste in friends," he said, and I quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused.

                    "You know you just insulted yourself!" I called after him, and he shot me a glare over his shoulder. "I know." With that, he left the room as I stared after him in bewilderment. I then broke out of my reverie and looked around, realizing that every girl, studiously packing their bags, had been listening in. I caught a few sneaked glances, envy written all over their features, and decided to ignore it. I hurried out of the classroom before anyone else got the chance to speak.

                      I joined the throng of people hurrying out the double doors, and breathed in the August air as I stepped onto the crowded sidewalks. Standing on my tip toes, I peered over the heads of a freshman group ahead of me, in search of Shaun. Before I got a chance to see the flash of fair hair in the crowd, someone grabbed my arm. "Not again, Darcy-" I started, but turned to see it was Reagan, her eyebrows raised. "Had dealings with her majesty, have we?" she asked, and I nodded, rolling my eyes. "Oh yeah, we've been having lovely discussions about the weather and the high price of gas." Reagan giggled and steered me through the crowd, much to my dismay.

                     "Where are we going?" I asked. "We're going to my house," she answered simply, and I stopped short, much to Reagan's annoyance. "But I rode to school with Shaun. And I have to tell my mom," I protested. "Let's go find Shaun, then," she said cheerfully, and pulled me through the crowd. There he is!" She exclaimed, pointing at a blonde boy slipping through the crowd ahead of us. "SHAUN!" she yelled, and I winced. Shaun turned and grinned at me, moving towards us. "Hey, I was looking for you," he said to me.

                    "That's too bad. She's going home with me," Reagan said firmly, and Shaun frowned at her. "No, she came here with me. I take her home. Besides, I know where she lives. Right next door." Reagan smiled sweetly at Shaun, a smile that should've been on the front of some sort of magazine. "We can ride with you, but we'll be on girl talk mode. I really need her opinion on-" Shaun cut her off, a horrified look on his face. "Okay, okay, you can take her home as long as you don't finish that sentence." Reagan smirked and patted the top of Shaun's head

                        "It's okay, you can have her tomorrow," she said, her voice laced with humor. Shaun glared at her before turning to me with a bright smile. "I'll see you later tonight. You're coming to my house," he said, and I rolled my eyes but smiled back at him. "See you, Shaun," I said. "See you, Anna," he replied, and I reached forward to smack him on the top of the head, but he was already running away. I let out a light laugh before turning back to Reagan. "Okay, new girl buddy! Let's go," she said, and I sighed. It had definitely been a busy first day.